Posted in Celebration and Fandom
“I am a doctor not a doorstop” the Doctor, Star Trek Voyager
Happy Birthday, Robert Picardo
“I’m an actor not a…
Oh, I *am* an actor!”
Sassy, classy, suave
Who do we love?
Why, Robert Picardo
An actor extraordinardo
The Doctor, Mr Woolsey
Always acting kinda coolsey
Star Trek, Stargate
Always ready for the next slate
In the spirit of Trek
Live Long and Prosper, Doctor!
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Horror
“I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an ‘errie’ in it!”
Jordin Sparks
Red Berries for Daily Photo
Red as cherries
Tasty as berries
But do not eat
Or off your feet
Down, down
Onto the ground
You will fall
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Horror
“I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an ‘errie’ in it!”
Jordin Sparks
Red Berries for Daily Photo
A result of the garden project:
Shiny red objects
Round and perfect
Sun on them reflect
Them do you respect
But do not collect
And eat them and then expect
A great feeling to resurrect
Rather sooner than later
A really bad effect
In your stomach’s crater
You will detect
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
An unusual event
Over suburbia manifested
A late afternoon halo effect
Painted a glowy silhouette
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
Sky painted red
Before the sun
Into the ocean fled
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
The sun was rising
Over the horizon
Surely, a reason
For celebration
Especially here
In this season!
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
A big white ball
In nature’s great hall
It’s tentacles sprawled
Across the bluest of walls
Rantings Of A Third Kind 